Saturday, May 03, 2008

• A road of ways

  What I want matters not, For I choose to make my peace of mind.

  What I can control is anything of my orbit, but nothing that holds my hand.

  I hope not to fall, and know not if i can.

  But I do know this, peace of mind will lead to road less traveled with burden.

  We like our pain, too often ive followed the painful road .

  This time I choose to make the misake of holding your hand.

  But with conflidance in myself of how I feel.

  You choose your way of best.

  I stay by your side, without these games that make us tired.

   

  I stare at you light, Im choosing more silence in conversation.

  But I still say much with word I speak. I must tip toe lighty.

  I want nothing more then you to be happy.

  Your puppy is best for you, and when you call,

  I hope I can be best for you as well.

   

  I hope I dont fall, but if I do....

  I hope you are there to fall with me,

  Then I know it is our road, not just ones road.

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